No One Is Coming to Save You

“No one is coming to rescue me — so what kind of life can I actually sustain, and what am I done sacrificing my life force for?” This sentence didn’t come to me dramatically. It came quietly — the way truth usually does. It came during a season where I felt heavy. Not lazy. Not unmotivated. Not lost. Just weighted. Weighted by responsibility. Weighted by carrying more than I could metabolize. Weighted by constantly thinking ahead, holding things together, anticipating needs — mine and...